<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:10:08.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Bitchin Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I wish none of this had happened.... So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-110022023155188342</id><published>2004-11-11T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:43:51.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amys Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52927308@N00/1414996/" title="Amys Pics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1414996_dc57c59581_m.jpg" alt="Amys Pics" class="flickrEmailImage" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my first ghost photography experience.  The round things are orbs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-110022023155188342?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/110022023155188342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=110022023155188342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/110022023155188342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/110022023155188342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/11/amys-pics.html' title='Amys Pics'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109907394208690857</id><published>2004-10-29T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T14:19:02.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Squirrel</title><content type='html'>Well, ah' am goin' t'retire da damn squirrel and cut him back t'Derek. Ya' know? He duzn't care about da damn squirrel so's i won't boda' hangin' it no mo'. ah' am so's full ah' could bust. We fed da bud at amatos and ah' gots some pasta dinner. Ah be baaad... ah' plum wanna barf it down. ah' am so's excited today be friday cuz' I's gots'ta be tired uh wo'kin' dis week. Ya' know? ah' am eyebally fo' some sleep afta' dis whole red sox series. Tony wants's me t'go t'Phil's ball game tonight but ah' am plum tired and wanna go crib and be wid de bebes. I've gots'ta go back t'wo'k now, so cut me some slack, Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.rinkworks.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109907394208690857?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109907394208690857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109907394208690857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109907394208690857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109907394208690857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/10/good-bye-squirrel_29.html' title='Good Bye Squirrel'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109898016119862332</id><published>2004-10-28T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T12:16:01.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52927308@N00/1109749/" title="Amy's Pics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1109749_3b38d2f4c7_m.jpg" alt="Amy's Pics" class="flickrEmailImage" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109898016119862332?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109898016119862332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109898016119862332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109898016119862332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109898016119862332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/10/amys-pics_28.html' title='Amy&apos;s Pics'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109884449848198995</id><published>2004-10-26T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:34:58.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is the News so negative?</title><content type='html'>Is there nothing good happening in this world?  Apparently not to the major news networks.... War, poor politics, scandals, mistakes, crime, anything else that makes you feel like crap is what they like to talk about.  Try this link below if you would like to see what positive news is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatnewsnetwork.org/index.php"&gt;http://www.greatnewsnetwork.org/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109884449848198995?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109884449848198995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109884449848198995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109884449848198995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109884449848198995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-is-news-so-negative.html' title='Why is the News so negative?'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109859365180898118</id><published>2004-10-24T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T00:54:11.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your Papi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="imageCellPadding"&gt;&lt;img title="World Series Game 1" height="375" alt="World Series Game 1" src="http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/Globe_Photo/2004/10/23/1098587993_0279.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imageCellPadding"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imageCellPadding"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Job Red Sox!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imageCellPadding"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imageCellPadding"&gt;photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com"&gt;www.boston.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109859365180898118?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109859365180898118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109859365180898118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109859365180898118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109859365180898118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/10/whos-your-papi.html' title='Who&apos;s your Papi?'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109850909053511943</id><published>2004-10-23T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T01:41:55.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go Red Sox, Here we go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 101px" height="100" src="http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/bos/downloads/wallpaper/wally.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="" src="http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/bos/downloads/wallpaper/believe_color_thumb.jpg" width="133" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="" src="http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/bos/downloads/wallpaper/thisyear_color_thumb.jpg" width="133" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 103px" height="100" alt="Red Sox Logo" src="http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/bos/downloads/wallpaper/redsoxlogo.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="177" alt="mascot" src="http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/mlb/images/kids/y2004/bos_mascot118x177.gif" width="118" border="0" /&gt;Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!! Go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is a fun little website for all you baseball fans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://baseball-almanac.com/gam_menu.shtml"&gt;http://baseball-almanac.com/gam_menu.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures courtesy of redsox.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109850909053511943?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109850909053511943/comments/default' 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type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/10/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109772014356971188</id><published>2004-10-13T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:15:43.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GO RED SOX!!!!</title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro show the Yankee&lt;img height="117" alt="Red Sox logo" src="http://kelly.jefferson.net/soxforum/soxlg.gif" width="117" align="left" border="0" /&gt;s who their daddy is!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109772014356971188?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109772014356971188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109772014356971188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109772014356971188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109772014356971188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/10/go-red-sox.html' title='GO RED SOX!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109768869133498978</id><published>2004-10-13T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T13:31:31.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal Day</title><content type='html'>Nothing too exciting to blog about today.  I read Bobbie's blog and I liked her little counter so I put one for halloween up.  I really don't have anything exciting to count down.  I passed my real estate law course. YAY, now I need to take the practice course and then take my state exam.  Then if I pass, I will be an associate broker.  Yeeehaaa.  Well, this is going to be a very short blog.  I need to go eat lunch now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109768869133498978?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109768869133498978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109768869133498978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109768869133498978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109768869133498978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/10/normal-day.html' title='Normal Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109746464985937782</id><published>2004-10-10T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T23:42:51.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetuccini Alfredo</title><content type='html'>So Bobbie, Nick, Tony and I worked hard to make this yummy dinner and we all sat down at the table and were enjoying it. We were all savoring our delicious food when PTTTHHHHH.... Tony lifts up his butt and farts at the dinner table. Yeah...so we continued eating and PTTTHHHHH... he ripped another one. We again continued eating and BUUUUUURP.... Tony used another orphus to expel his fumes. And that is how the dinner went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an embarassing morning this morning. We went to the Landing for breakfast and we had to have been the most annoying bunch they had ever had. The only table they had was outside on the deck so we started off in the shade outside. Well, we were all cold so we asked the host if we could get a table inside. He came back later and said we could move over in the sun if we wanted instead, so we did. And we were warmer. Then our waitor came back and was looking around for us and found us on the opposite side of the deck. He came over and laughed becuase we were playing musical chairs. He continued to take our order and stopped by the table next to us to see if they wanted thier check. They did so he went and go their check and returned a few minutes later. All I hear next was "would you like to hear amazing grace" then I was lost into a state of uncontrollable laughter. It wasn't even funny...I am just a wierdo. So the waiter started belting out amazing grace as if he had never been so happy to sing...he was singing the Lords song as I was sitting at the table next to him laughing my self to tears. I don't even know why I was laughing but I couldn't stop. I really tried...I put a napkin over my face and tried to look out onto the lake to try to focus on something else but it didn't help. Tony was kicking me and Nick had the b face but I still laughed.&lt;img onmousedown="url(this.src)" height="27" alt="lachtot.gif" hspace="10" src="http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/lachen/lachtot.gif" width="29" vspace="10" /&gt; The man sang his little heart out and I still laughed. I laughed my self to tears and ruined Nick's napking and he had to eat his breakfast without it. Yes, I am evil!!!!! Bobbie said too bad Grampie McLellan wasn't there because he really would have enjoyed his singing. Now I will need to do community service or something to make up for my evilness! After that, Bobbie lost a piece of her tube sausage on the floor of the deck and was too embarassed to pick it up and our waiter ended up stepping in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbie and I went to quite a few yardsales and to Pa's trading post. I got a little teak fisherman that I hope is not possesed. Well, that is the excitement for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109746464985937782?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109746464985937782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109746464985937782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109746464985937782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109746464985937782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/10/fetuccini-alfredo.html' title='Fetuccini Alfredo'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109724380063741129</id><published>2004-10-08T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T09:56:40.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up late</title><content type='html'>Well, I stayed up late re-doing my blog a little.  Do you like my little kitty?  We are in love.  Haaa.  We are going to the Fryburg fair tomorrow with Tucker.  I can't wait to eat fair fries!!!  I will blog later when I have something exciting to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109724380063741129?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109724380063741129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109724380063741129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109724380063741129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109724380063741129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/10/up-late.html' title='Up late'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109716089203650623</id><published>2004-10-07T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T10:54:52.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't had anything exciting to blog about lately.  I am reading a good book my mom gave me called "Eat, Drink and be Healthy" and it has very interesting information.  Especially about trans fat and how bad it is for you.  It reduces your good cholesterol and raises your bad cholesterol.  food products are supposed to list trans fat unless it is under .5 grams????  But you can look at the label to see if there are any hydrogenated oils in the ingredients.  If there are then there are trans fat in it.  Your welcome for the little nutrition lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking online yesterday at information on Zoloft which I have been on for 2 years for panic disorder and anxiety.  I was looking at the relationship with Zoloft and weight gain but found other interesting information.  It turns out a lot of people are having a lot of problems going off the drug.  They are going through a lot of withdrawral symptoms.  One of them that I thought was interesting was "brain zaps."  I was surprised to read this because I have experienced zaps when I miss a dose and when I tried cutting my Zoloft if half.  They are not all in my brain...I have gotten zapped in my fingers and other parts of my body.  One person even said when he turned his head or eyes quickly it happened and that happens to me too.  WIERD.  Many doctors don't recognize the withdrawral symptoms.  I had asked my doctor about the zaps a while ago before I even knew that other people had them too and she looked at me like I had 3 heads.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful fall day and I am stuck in the rental bunker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109716089203650623?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109716089203650623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109716089203650623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109716089203650623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109716089203650623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/10/boring-blog.html' title='Boring Blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109553108849947112</id><published>2004-09-18T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T14:11:28.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing with my boss wondering</title><content type='html'>Haaa!!! I just ready Nick's last blog post and I almost died.  I couldn't help laughing outloud and it was uncontrollable.  My boss Lew was just staring at me wondering what I was doing...obviously goofing off.  Anyway, thanks for the laugh Nick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109553108849947112?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109553108849947112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109553108849947112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109553108849947112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109553108849947112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/09/laughing-with-my-boss-wondering.html' title='Laughing with my boss wondering'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109199302569210766</id><published>2004-08-08T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T15:23:45.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is getting shorter</title><content type='html'>Well, I am sad.  Nick is leaving for Africa on Tuesday.  He sent us all an e-mail finalizing it.  I am going to buy him little presents from the dollar store to hand out to the kids in his class.  It is strange that he is going to be gone for 2 years.  What will we be doing in 2 years?  Will i be skinny yet?  Will Bobbie or I have kids?  A lot can happen in 2 years.  What will Nick be like?  Will he be a red flag, dread wearing, skinny crunchy granola?  Will he come back to the US and tell us how materialistic we all are?  Will he come back at all or will he stay and live in Europe?  He wants us all to visit him but I can't even fly to florida let alone Africa.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109199302569210766?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109199302569210766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109199302569210766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109199302569210766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109199302569210766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/08/time-is-getting-shorter.html' title='The time is getting shorter'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109183109026331388</id><published>2004-08-06T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T18:24:50.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party central and bad food</title><content type='html'>It has been a very interesting 24 hours.  Last night we ate dinner at Greg and Stacy's house when we got home there was a raging parting going on next door.  The kids that live there obviously asked about 100 people to park in the field across from our neighborhood.  All the annoying tools walked up the road to the house.  Some of the dumb asses drove thier car up and parked all down the road.  There was some stupid idiot that had a megaphone with a sirene on it and he was drivng up and down the road shouting and making the sirene go off.  Finally 4 cop cars showed up and a cop snuck up to the house quietly and started shouting "EVERBODY GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!"  HAAAA  it was funny.  So all the annoying brats ran into the house.  The police sent them all home and they all proceeded to walk back to thier cars and peel off and speed away.  Then they woke me up again at 3AM...Bastards!  So I was so tired this morning.  I wanted to go out to eat with Bobbie and Nick but I couldn't get out of bed :(  I have a problem with that anyway (getting out of bed).  So, if that isn't excitement, maybe my next story will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everyday, we all have about an hour long discussion about what we want for lunch then one of us goes out and gets food for all of us.  Well, i was thinking I wanted something different today.  Lew suggested "Cafe Sebago"  So we ordered up our meals that were suppose to be $5.25 each.  The waitress said it would be about 20 minutes.  So, I watched the clock but then i got on a phone call and ended up running late.  I went to pick up lunch with a $20 thinking that was pleanty for the 3 of us.  The bill ended up being $27 FOR 3 SANDWICHES!!!!!!!    On top of that, when I walked in, the only patrons at the joint were nasty men drinking beer during the day.  One of them happened to be LARRY SHANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got back to the office and opened up my styrophome container and there, staring me in the eye, was the most disgusting lunch known to man.  The french fries (about 5 by the way) were obviously sitting in grease all day!  One of them looked so black it must have been an orphan from many previous fry orders.  Then,  next to them, was this nasty little container of "potato salad"  It was a yellow (like the color of mustard yellow) mush with something red in it.  There were only a few peices of potato in it, the rest was this yellow mushy stuff.  I didn't even dare taste it.  Then, my chicken sandwich, which didn't look so bad, had the nasty potato salad mush on the side of it.  I turned it around and took a big bite of it.  I bit down and started to pull on the sandwich and it was like pulling on rubber.  The bun didn't want to give.  Finally, I yanked with all my might and got a bite of it.  It tasted nasty!  I decided I wouldn't continue with any of the mean.  Sarah came down and I told her mine was nasty and I wasn't going to eat it.  She opened hers and we both started laughing.  She ordered a steak and cheese.  The had placed a steak (if thats what you want to call it) on a long bun, so half of the bun was just empty becasue the steak was small. Then they placed a slice of cheese on the steak.  She tasted her things and she didn't want to eat hers either.  Lew looked at him and he dared to try the potato salad and said it was gross.  He said it looked better than military food and forced himself to eat it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, having paid $27 I was pissed.  I called the restaurant to complain and get my money back.  The waitress gave me to the owner and he proceeded to bitch at me saying his food was perfectly fine and that it was not his problem i didn't like his cooking.  He was yelling at me and was soooo rude.  I told him I couldn't beleive how he was treating me and how unprofessional he was being he said "Oh well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed, Lew was pissed that he was rude to me so he called and and told him that he was disappointed that he ran his busness that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i am never eating there again!&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109183109026331388?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109183109026331388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109183109026331388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109183109026331388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109183109026331388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/08/party-central-and-bad-food.html' title='Party central and bad food'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-109165094402168538</id><published>2004-08-04T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T16:22:24.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi ya'll.</title><content type='html'>  So I know that i haven't blogged in forever!  We moved and I still do not have my computer hooked up at home and work has been so busy I haven't had time to take a break.  So reading over Bobbie and Nick's blogs I decided to add one.  I see Bobbie hasn't blogged since Saturday night.  Yeah, that was interesting.  Poor Bobbie, she will never drink again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and I celebrated our 8th anniversary yesterday.  I feel so old!  It is wierd.  We went to Boston and took a tour of Fenway.  Then we took a taxi to the waterfront and ate dinner. While we were in the taxi (which cost us about $12 to go 2 miles) Bobbie called us and told us there was a tornado in Naples on the causeway.  That there were trees down everywhere and she saw lightening in the street.  Freeky!  At 7pm we went on a "sunset cruise." They said it was suppose to be a narrated tour of boston harbor and the 10 surrounding islands.  Instead, we went around in circles in the harbor and there was no narration.  We sat next to a teen couple that made out the whole time. Anyway, it was neat but it got boring in the end...it was a 90 minture ride!  Then we walked to Quincey market and got desert. We finally took the T out of boston and hooked up with our car.  We got home around 12:30 and reunited with da bebes (our dogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thats all the time there is. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-109165094402168538?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/109165094402168538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=109165094402168538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109165094402168538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/109165094402168538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/08/hi-yall.html' title='Hi ya&apos;ll.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-108396337757096692</id><published>2004-05-07T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T17:00:45.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>Well, Lew (my boss) just got back from Florida from visiting his friend who is dying of cancer.  It makes me so sad to think of people suffereing to death like that.  So, I decided I was going to march right over to the Hilltop variety next door today to put some money in the jar  for the kid who was in Bobbie's class in High School who is dying of cancer.  I guess he can't work and they need money.  I think he is married and has a baby.  Anyway, I got there today and the can was gone.  So aksed the lady at the counter and she said he passed away :(&lt;br /&gt;It makes me re-think complaining about my soar throat when other peopel are dying a slow death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-108396337757096692?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/108396337757096692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=108396337757096692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108396337757096692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108396337757096692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/05/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-108361646416938243</id><published>2004-05-03T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T16:38:33.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yes....make fun of me all you want but I bought the Smart Abs system on e-bay for $29.99  I am such a fat blob and I need to get skinnier but I don't need any lecturing so don't even try it...  I have to go to a wedding for a high school chum and it is going to be so embarrasing to see everyone.  They are all going to stare at me and say how fat I am.  I'll walk by and they will say "blubbb Blubbb" Ahhhhh.  Yeah Ok, change in subject..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbie's blog is always so funny.  I can just picture Tucker squirting his  "area" with Silly string.  He also tried to Moon Tony.  HAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to work.  Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-108361646416938243?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/108361646416938243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=108361646416938243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108361646416938243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108361646416938243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-108361648354235483</id><published>2004-05-03T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T16:38:52.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, oh yeah</title><content type='html'>So yes....make fun of me all you want but I bought the Smart Abs system on e-bay for $29.99  I am such a fat blob and I need to get skinnier but I don't need any lecturing so don't even try it...  I have to go to a wedding for a high school chum and it is going to be so embarrasing to see everyone.  They are all going to stare at me and say how fat I am.  I'll walk by and they will say "blubbb Blubbb" Ahhhhh.  Yeah Ok, change in subject..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbie's blog is always so funny.  I can just picture Tucker squirting his  "area" with Silly string.  He also tried to Moon Tony.  HAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to work.  Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-108361648354235483?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/108361648354235483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=108361648354235483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108361648354235483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108361648354235483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-yeah-oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah, oh yeah'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-108265776425995266</id><published>2004-04-22T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T14:59:08.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns, shooting, killing, murder</title><content type='html'>Well,  according to our nosey, rumor spreading, water arobic teaching neighbor that walks by our house everyday and annoys me while I am trying to work...we have another psycho living in the neighborhood we are planning on moving into.  She has a cute little dog that I love so we were talking about dogs.  I told her I was afraid that they would bark because they had never lived in the neighborhood.  So she proceeded to tell me about some guy that lives down the road a little.  She said that when the people were moving in accross the street, they had 2 dogs out on leashes while they were moving furnature into their house and they were barking.  And they guy went over and told them if he heard thier dogs barking, he was going to go over and shoot them.  That really made me nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everyone has been telling me that she is just a windy old bag and I shouldn't listen to her, but when it comes to my babies I am not taking any risks.  Then, today, when i was talking to Bobbie,  I rememebered the rest of the story....The gossip queen told me that the guy also has a fued with his neighbor.  I guess his neighbor likes to feed the squirells and birds and the squirels like to run across the psycho's yard.  So they psycho told the neighbor that he better not feed the squirells becasue he doesn't like them on his yard and he will shoot them if they go in his yard.  Well, the guy kept feeding the squirells and the guy now shoots them with a pellet gun and leaves their dead bodies on the guy's yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-108265776425995266?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/108265776425995266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=108265776425995266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108265776425995266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108265776425995266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/04/guns-shooting-killing-murder.html' title='Guns, shooting, killing, murder'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-10823886314690503</id><published>2004-04-19T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T11:35:30.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No it's not my eye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.fit.edu/~ngoodwin/images/stitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this gross or what!  Nick gave me this link so I could post a picture of my cut.  It looks like a closed eye lid but it is actually my stiches.  I got my stiches out on Friday.  That hurt more than anything.  They were so tight the lady was pulling on them in order to cut them out.  OOUCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nick for the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my skin looks so gross in this picture.  I don't recommend taking close up pictures of yourself and publishing them on the internet :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-10823886314690503?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/10823886314690503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=10823886314690503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/10823886314690503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/10823886314690503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/04/no-its-not-my-eye.html' title='No it&apos;s not my eye!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-108196554753031888</id><published>2004-04-14T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T14:03:03.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyeballs</title><content type='html'>Well, I had an interesting Easter Sunday :).  I was lying in bed with my little CrickyWicky and we had a little incident.  Cricket was lying on the side of the bed and she started falling off and flailed (sp?) her legs all over the place and her claw ripped my skin open under my eye.  I instantly put my hand over my face and it hurt so I didn't want to take it off.  Tony kept saying...let me see, let me see.  Finally, I took my hand off and there was bloody murder all over the place.  i had blood streaming down my face and my arms and it dripped all over the blanket.  So I washed up and called Bobbie (Since Tony doesn't have a lisence) and she broght me to the ER.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for 2.5 hours to be seen and Bobbie kept hitting her head on the suggestion box.  So, Tony wrote a suggesion and put it in the suggestion box to move the box because we kept hitting our heads.  So finally, i got stiched up and we headed out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard took a nice picture of it...If I was Nick I could be able to post it but I am not sure how to post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaning/trashing went well this weekend.  We took huge dump loads of trash to the dump.  We found some interesting items.  If only Jamie were there he would have hit the jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have one other exciting expisode this weekend.  A rooster that hangs out beside my dad's office ran over to me.  I though he was going to attack me but instead he started hopping on one foot and hopped around me, leaning against me the whole time.  It was very bizarre.  Tony said if it had started to attack me he would have kicked him.  I can just picture the poor little critter flying through the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-108196554753031888?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/108196554753031888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=108196554753031888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108196554753031888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108196554753031888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/04/eyeballs.html' title='Eyeballs'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-108008044416388821</id><published>2004-03-23T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T17:24:10.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick is now red flagged</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD, Nick is such a red flag person now!!! Soon he is going to start growing out his hair and watching movies like "pi."  When he gets back from Africa he is going to be protesting Starbucks and riding his bike everywhere and holding up signs for people to read as they drive down the road protesting grocery stores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all have to remind him of the day when he transported Krispy Creme donughts from Florida to Maine and gave the B face to every security person who said they were going to "confiscate" them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbie's blog was pretty funny today.  They always get wierd people that come into the Naples office.  At least it keeps them all amused.  It was hard to read though because she must have been in a hurry and she ski ppedkey san dmi sspel lledwor ds.  HA poor Bobbie.  Don't hate me HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apperently, I am an "old fuddy duddy" and I don't like to do anything fun just because I said I don't really have alot of interest in skiing.  Ahhh, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really have much else to say.  TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-108008044416388821?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/108008044416388821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=108008044416388821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108008044416388821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/108008044416388821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/03/nick-is-now-red-flagged.html' title='Nick is now red flagged'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-107930304548355533</id><published>2004-03-14T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T17:27:19.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>Hi, well I haven't written in my blog for a while.  Florida was soo much fun.  Grammie and Grampie are the best, and they are so smart.  The grossest thing driving to and from florida is all the dead carcuses (sp?) on the side of the highway.  On the way down, we hit a snow storm in N. Carolina and when the plows would plow they highways dead bodies were flying everywhere.  It was discusting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am a little depressed because Bobbie and I decided not to go to Nick's graduation.  We just can't afford it.  Plus I am not sure I have the time to take off from work.  Poor little dolly head.  We are planning on throwing him a party but Bobbie tells me Nick said he is not sure he is coming home after graduation :(  Also, that he might not be able to go in the Peace Core.  I haven't talke to him so I am not sure if he is happy or sad about that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the doggies to the camp today to run around on the ice.  They had alot of fun visiting.  Cedi didn't mind Tucker's friend either.  Well, I am sure this had been a pretty boring blog.  I will try to make it more interesting next time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-107930304548355533?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/107930304548355533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=107930304548355533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/107930304548355533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/107930304548355533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/03/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-107807657013905651</id><published>2004-02-29T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T12:45:44.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's Apartment</title><content type='html'>Well, I am waiting to go to the beach with Bobbie and Nick right now.  Nick's couch has been so comfortable!!!!!  I have slept like a baby on it.  Jesse is so nice!.  Bobbie and I had been a little scared to meet him because nick says all they do is make fun of people and be mean.  I was laughing sooo hard at him the night we went to the mall.  We were laughing at Nick's B-face and I was crying I was laughing so hard.  Bobbie is yelling at me so I must leave now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-107807657013905651?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/107807657013905651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=107807657013905651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/107807657013905651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/107807657013905651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/02/nicks-apartment.html' title='Nick&apos;s Apartment'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511659.post-107754918071718262</id><published>2004-02-23T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:15:47.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in Blog info</title><content type='html'>HI all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the upsetting graphic nature of my blog I have decided not to discuss my problems with Tony anymore since I don't want the info spread through out my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511659-107754918071718262?l=amysbitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/107754918071718262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511659&amp;postID=107754918071718262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/107754918071718262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511659/posts/default/107754918071718262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysbitchin.blogspot.com/2004/02/change-in-blog-info.html' title='Change in Blog info'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
